Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 88456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
“Pretended?” His voice comes out hard, and then he laughs. “You think we pretended to get married?”
“Well, we did,” I tell him, and he smirks and nods, like sure we did.
“I mean, it was lots of fun.” I try to think of the words to say without telling him it was a mistake. Because, regardless, spending the night with him was not a mistake. I’ve done a lot of things in my life I regret, well, not that many, but last night was not one of them.
“I’d say it was a lot of fun. A lot more fun than I thought I was going to have on this trip.”
I turn my body, holding the sheet to my chest. “So about the wedding. He wasn’t really a reverend, so it was sort of a fake wedding, right?” I start to say, and he sits back up as I try not to freak out, knowing I just fucked up.
“It’s not a fake wedding, Zoey,” he bites out, making me angry.
“Of course it was a fake wedding.” I gawk at him. “All weddings in Vegas are mostly fake.” I throw up my hand that has my wedding ring on it. “I mean, not all weddings. Obviously, people come here to get married. But they know they are getting married here, but ours was fake. Elvis wasn’t even a pastor. I think he was even half drunk. He slurred most of his words and”—I open my eyes big—“he wanted me to promise to never step on your blue suede shoes.” I gape at him and roll my eyes. “Or treat you like a fool.” I wait for him to say something. “To love you tender and never return you to sender. Ugh, Nash.” I put my hand on my head. “So obviously, it’s not real.”
“He was ordained.” Nash laughs. “It’s pretty real.”
“Nash,” I snap his name.
“Yeah, baby?” he replies softly, and I glare at him even though he’s making my stomach get all mushy.
“Don’t.” I point at him. “The wedding was fake. It’s Vegas.”
“Zoey,” he sings my name, the smile on his face big and annoying, and I wish I hated his face. I wish I didn’t know what his hair felt like when I sink my fingers in it. I also hate that all last night's memories are now returning to me like a movie playing.
“Nash.” I try to remain calm. “Everyone knows that weddings in Vegas don’t really count if you are drunk. People go out and are like ‘let’s get married’ and then the next day they are like ‘that was fun but…’” My voice trails as I try not to freak out even more.
Nash sits up even more, but only to swing his legs out of his side of the bed, standing in front of me naked in all his glory, and I was wrong when I pictured him naked that first time I met him. I thought his body couldn’t get any better than it was. I was wrong. He is leaner, more cut, his thighs meatier than I remembered. And his cock? They should make molds out of it. “Zoey,” he calls my name, and I look up from his cock to his face. “Hate to break it to you, baby, but the marriage is real.” I open my mouth to say something, and he holds up his hand. “Got the paper in my pocket that says we got married, and let me tell you, it’s as real as it gets.”
Ten
Nash
I put my hands on my hips as I look at her with my wedding ring on her finger. “You’re wearing my ring.” I point at her. “I’m wearing yours.” I hold up my hand. “And I’m going to keep wearing it.”
“But you bought this in there.” She points at the door that leads to the living room and the dining room. “It’s not real.”
“It cost me forty thousand dollars,” I reply, and she gasps. “Trust me, those are real.”
“Are you out of your mind?” she asks, and I just shake my head. “You have to be out of your mind, Nash.” She looks at her hand. “You have to take them back.”
“They engraved our initials in them,” I point out, and she looks at me shocked. “You said we had to, so it’ll always be there.” I take a deep inhale. “I’m going to go and take a shower and then we are going to order some breakfast.” I start to walk away from her. “Unless you want to come shower with me?” I wink at her. “We did a lot of married things in there.” She closes her eyes and flops down on the bed. “Look at the room service menu and order something.”
I walk toward the bathroom. “What do you want?”
“Whatever,” I toss out, walking into the bathroom and turning on the water. My head throbs a bit. I figured she would freak out today, but I didn’t expect her to think it was fake. I shake my head, looking around the bathroom. There are towels thrown everywhere because we took a bath, and she ended up riding me until we both came. The water was like a fucking tidal wave at the end. I had to put towels down to mop up all the water, even stepping on them now they are still soaking wet. The tub is still full of water, and a single loofah floats in it. I pull the plug up to drain the water and push all the towels to the side before turning the shower on.